Unsure of my loyalties, not sure where to turn. All I see is glaring eyes and leering faces. Everything collapsing around me. No one understands me. My life is so pointless. No one wants me. Darkness swirls around, I am nothing any more. Lost. Forsaken I am. My head turned down in shame. Blood tears stream from my eyes. Loveless and gone, cast aside. All alone fire consumes me. Soon there will be nothing more. All hope is gone, and never again shall I set foot upon the homeland I left. I yearn for some comfort, but all I feel is fire and emptiness. Slowly fading, no return. Pain rips through me. I look down into a murky puddle, I am hideous and my eyes show no emotion anymore. Soulless. I am gone. Never shall I return. Destined to triumph but I will lose all I cared for. I give in to my master. Now I'm on the front lines, now I face my old friends. I raise my sword, I stare at them showing no emotion as I kill my best friend. I care no longer. I am a pawn. I have about as much life as the sword I hold in my hands. A spear pierces my heart, I fall to my knees and life fades from me. In the darkness I hear a voice cold and cruel cry: you are forsaken. You will never see the light again. Now I am alone and my soul is as dead as my body. it is over. Nothingness lies before me and oblivion seizes me with its sweet releasing grip, for now it seems better than any other thing that has happened before, to finally be free of my curse, to finally be free of myself.